In the bright dives where scores beheld,
No,—shrinked we not to kiss:—
Of yore in gay Rialto’s halls
Knew folk no self-restraint;
Insane e’en sometimes acted fools!
Those dens no place for saint!....
I’m prone to-night to philosophize:—
Why did I gravitate
Toward Rialto’s racy denizens
When moved to dissipate?